Though she felt considerably better, now Gabrielle had something totally new to fret about. Whereas before she felt she was leading him on, now she was going to wonder all night whether or not he was just keeping her there for his own mental health. She was glad to help, but as he said he was usually even MORE suave, she worried a bit about what she was in for.
Either that, or she was very, very excited. One of the two.
"I have much to learn in this life, Guiliano," she said, taking his arm, "but I am not so foolish to believe that nobody will hurt me." The girl had seen her share of threats, related to both love and war.
As they walked, she breathed more easily, allowing herself to enjoy the fact that she was being escorted by someone rich, handsome, and seemingly intelligent. Despite the strange aura about him and his bizarre powers of persuasion, there was much to be said for the simple facts. "I am fluent in no others, but my parents were adamant about raising cultured girls. I can survive in a few other romantic languages, but as you can tell from my English, I am not the quickest to perfection."
There was a funny little twinkle in Guilian's eye when he mentioned the games, and Gabrielle got the feeling that gambling was something he enjoyed. "I have good luck," she said, foolishly daring to inject the smallest bit of tempting flirtation in her voice. She could not resist trying to win back control of the conversation.